I have dropped
stony heart mine
beating ripples
by my closed eyes
to presage a heavy rain
salving my bitter pain

Come, come O the forerunner:
the mirror
of my changing art;
Stay a moment
for the seasons to pelt
my frozen wound

I have dropped
one more life mine
to live my death,
shooting diamonds
into the skies
Sitting on the arrow-head

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